Some X S*** Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

If I thought y'all niggaz really wanted drama 

I'da been pulled out the armor, word to my momma 

I'ma hit y'all niggaz with somethin' that you ain't never felt 

(What?) 

Hit y'all niggaz for frontin' you caught up in that hell 

(What?) 

If I thought that half the shit that bitches said was true 

I'd be spitting lead at you, to dead your crew 

But if you know a bitch? You don't listen to that bitch 

You don't argue with that bitch, all you do is fuck that bitch 

If I listened to all the snake niggaz that's runnin' they mouth 

I wouldn't be in the crib, I'd be loadin' up, to run in your house 

But you can't fuck with cowards, cause a coward'll be a coward 

He'll end up killin' these cowards, and I'm not feelin' these cowards 

If I let the niggaz around my way tell me how to feel about me 

I guess I really, wouldn't be D 

But I'm the best that ever did it, the best at it because I live it 

How many niggaz eat it and shit it, you cats want it? Come and get it 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

It's not like me to have my back turned to open places 

I wanna see it when it's comin', so I can open faces 

Open cases got me payin' to stay out of jail 

(What?) 

While these streets, got me to prayin' to stay out of hell 

(C'mon) 

Slipped and I fell, got back up slipped again 

But no matter what it's been, niggaz never got a win 

It's a thin line I walk, everyday but I'm good with it 

Project nigga all my life, but wouldn't say the hood did it 

Knew what I was doin', everyday that I've been doin' it 

(Okay) 

Seein' niggaz havin' a good time, so I'ma ruin it 

(Yeah) 

Fuck you, and fuck your man, both y'all niggaz is puss 

Frontin' like you out the jungle but ain't never seen a bush 

When push comes to shove 

Whatever love we had take it witchu 

Now peep what I just said and see how long it takes to hit you 

Everybody knows you can talk all day 

(Yes) 

But when it's on what you gonna do walk away 

(Yes) 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Man, I told you I lock jaws, carry a glock four 

Close my eyes on y'all niggaz, the bullets'll watch yours 

Then I gotta open up another can of ass whippin' 

Y'all niggaz better pucker up, time for some real ass kissin' 

I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like 

I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat at night 

Handle whatever's comin' when I get there, but I'm good 

(What?) 

Dismantle whatever's comin' 

Y'all niggaz sit there and put up hoods 

How my niggaz feelin? 

(Good) 

How my niggaz like it? 

(Rough) 

What my niggaz want? 

(Blood) 

We stay callin' niggaz bluff 

But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be 

C'mon let's eat 

Whatever my niggaz want from me 

Is what my niggaz gonna get from me 

And if I ever let the words, of another nigga bother me 

I might as well let the sperm, of that other nigga father me 

But they know, like I know, the black Rhino 

Niggaz rippin' through 'em and let the nine blow 

Nigga die slow 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Tell me how you feelin' now 

I know you illin' now 

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce 

(What?, what?, what?, what?, what?) 

(What?, what?, what?, what?) 

Ruff Ryders, Volume One, the compilation 

DMX, Swizz Beats, uhh, double up 

(What?, what?, what?, what?, what?) 

(What?, what?, what?, what?) 

Double up, y'all gotta feel us 

Y'all gotta feel us